Trey Stevens - Troubadour Lyrics

These miles drag slow like American Spirit smoke
And you should be home instead of playing one more show
There's a chance she's still waiting all alone
They prescribed granddaddy whiskey back in 1928
Still a well-known remedy for curing anything
Take a bottle for the pain
And sometimes the words don't come out as planned
Other times they come out all wrong
Walk into the light with a six string in hand
All for a song
And give them all you have to give
Until you can't give no more
Long live the troubadour
Long live the troubadour
By now every town starts to look the same
You're married to the chase of a honky-tonk flame
With a mistress they call fame
They can't tell what they see is only a mirage
A cascade of neon lights reflecting in the dark
It'll cover all your scars
And the faithful hang on every line
Like a scriptured prophecy
Something wicked this way comes
Waiting in the wings
And it'll take all that you have to give
Until you can't give no more
Long live the troubadour
Long live the troubadour